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I am 27 years old and am blessed to have my husband Brady, as my partner and best friend. We have two children, Parker and Piper, our little yorkie. We are constantly amazed by the joy they bring into our lives and can't wait to see what tomorrow brings!
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Wednesday, November 14, 2012

oh shoot...

...like when you hear your son playing with Woody and telling Jessi to "hurry up woman," and you honestly can't say whether he learned it from Madagascar 2 or his dad...
...or when you lift up the blinds on the second floor for the first time in a few days and realize the mold (or mould as they would say here) is back again...time to start leaving the windows open during the day again...ugh...
...like when your wake up call is your son coming into your bed and singing, "we beat the bears, we beat the canes, we turned the mean green blue, stomped the hawks, killed the clones, dominated OU..."  in his best twang...we didn't realize he knew so much of the song...
...or when you realize you may never sleep past 5AM again...the person who came up with daylight savings obviously did not have small children...
...like when you realize you have made three batches of sugar cookies and one batch of cupcakes (all for other people...with a few for us) and you still find yourself making chocolate concoctions to satisfy your insatiable sweet tooth...
...or when you're pulling the wagon and you turn to reply to a smart remark from a passerby and you realize that you've poured out all of the water that you have in your other hand in the process...
...like when you have a 'near-miss' with a biker in a round-a-bout (in the dark...crazy bikers) and he stops, slams his fist on your hood and yells, "What the F*** are you on!" seriously...
...or when you tell yourself you've been good all day so you have dessert and you don't remember the six oreos you had at lunch until the last bite...

Oh yes?
...when you pick up your son from school and he tells you this story...
Me, "who did you sit by at lunch?"
P, "some girls but I don't know their names."
Me, "were they nice girls?"
P, "one was nice, but the other one was not nice...but I was a nice boy."
Me, "what did she do?"
P, "Annabelle got hurt and I was just trying to check her heart, but the girl told me 'no!'"

hahahahahahaha, oh goodness, my little doctor Parker...

1 comments:

Karen said...

I can't stop laughing about Dr. Parker. Hilarious!

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